Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iran and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Move to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
cv313,
KRS-One,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.